At the same time Zhang Jing saved people's lives.
Ding Jiaqi and Yunique were simultaneously buying Chint shares on Hong Kong stocks and placing bets on the options market.
Bullish and bearish bets are similar to two people playing guessing games, with some betting on the upside and others betting on the downside.
Small, medium and large investors and investment banks almost convulsed with laughter when they saw that someone actually bought a large number of Chint call options.
The price per share of Chint is less than 1 Hong Kong dollar, and it has been like this for a long time. Its performance cannot be said to be mediocre, it is simply better than an airport.
More stable than the Leshan Giant Buddha, as stable as an old dog.
A large number of people rushed in quickly to participate in the betting.
Some people are also skeptical, thinking that the banker is not stupid and has a lot of money, but must have some unknown inside story.
"Grandpa," Liang Jieyang said, leading the old man to climb into the car continuously. Just after escaping from the tunnel, Liang Jieyang received the message, "Someone is betting on the rise of Chint's stock in the options market."
The old man whom Liang Jieyang called grandpa shook his head slightly, "Let's talk about this later. Let's go see Mr. Jack Liu first. We are already late."
Liang Jieyang nodded. Although he felt unhappy about being plotted against, this meeting was very important.
It's not just a matter of money and business, otherwise the aloof status of the Liang family head wouldn't come over in person.
In other words, the head of the Liang family came with a mission this time.
Because of heavy traffic jams, because there are few roads, and because there are too many cars with old people climbing in the tunnel.
By the time the Liangs and the other three saw Jack Liu, exactly three hours had passed since they left the airport.
At the same time, news of the meeting between the head of the Liang family and Jack Liu broke out on the news and on the Internet. That afternoon, Chint's stock rose 300%.
It rose from 0.9 Hong Kong dollars per share to 2.7 Hong Kong dollars per share.
In the futures market, all investors who were not optimistic about the futures liquidated their positions.
For Zhang Jing, the money came in very quickly, comparable to or even faster than a money printing machine.
The leather bag company account in Barbie's name originally had about 75 million yuan; the most recent income was the sale of 6,300 bottles of Conti red wine for 200 million yuan.
These costs tripled.
Yunique invested 200 million yuan, half of which were stocks and half of which were options, and it also tripled.
Leopard beer doesn't matter.
The balance of Zhang Jing's small treasury became 825 million yuan.
This made him, who was currently scrolling through his phone in the airport hotel room, feel that all the adventures were worth it.
It was a rare opportunity, and it would be a mistake to miss it. Fortunately, he caught it in time.
Continue to browse the phone, and the algorithm will automatically recommend the security police to investigate the cause of the tunnel fire.
Preliminary investigation results indicate that a tire burst caused a pile-up and one of the electric vehicles caught fire.
Because of an unknown hero, although more than ten cars were burned, no one was seriously injured and no one died.
Seeing this, Zhang Jing had a smile on his face. He likes to be anonymous. He likes to be anonymous. As the old saying goes - you can make a fortune by keeping quiet.
However, due to caution, Ding Jiaqi not only ran away by herself before the market closed.
He also asked Yunique to clear out all stocks and options.
No matter what happens tomorrow, Zhang Jing is safe and can sleep peacefully at night.
Some people are happy and some are annoyed. At the same time, Liang Jieyang is investigating who leaked the news, which led to the plan being planned in advance.
There is no need to investigate carefully, because they are the only ones who know that the Liang family and three people have arrived in Xiangjiang.
They are all close relatives and it is impossible for them to betray themselves.
Then they looked for clues from the options market. The time to go long occurred only three hours before they met Jack Liu.
What does this mean?
Could it be that he was recognized temporarily at the airport?
The other party analyzed who the Liang family was visiting like a god, and then built a cart pot in the tunnel to delay time. And the other party happened to be rich?
The probability of so many coincidences meeting together is too low.
"Grandpa," Liang Jieyang asked suspiciously, "could it be that Jack Liu directed and acted?"
"No," Mrs. Liang, who is nearly eighty years old, sat on the sofa and shook his head. "If you carefully recall the people around you, who is both possible and necessary to do this?"
"You mean Zhang Mingyue?" Liang Jieyang was dumbfounded and said to himself: "This is impossible!"
Mr. Liang didn't say anything. He had no evidence and was just guessing.
"Yangyang," Father Liang, who had been silent next to him, spoke up, "You should cut off contact with Zhang Mingyue."
"He and I are just ordinary friends," Liang Jieyang explained, "there is no such thing as 'breaking off'."
"That's good," Father Liang said slowly, "There is a difference between the nouveau riche and the family. There is something wrong with Zhang Mingyue's life."
Liang Jieyang was at a loss for words. Because of the investment failure, Zhang Mingyue owed Nanyang Bank about 300 million yuan.
So the bank took Zhang Mingyue's social media account and showed his wealth, including three luxury sports cars with a total value of more than 8 million yuan.
As well as luxury watches with a total value of nearly 15 million yuan, he sued the Xiangjiang Court to request that the property be seized.
An embarrassing thing happened. Although Zhang Mingyue often showed off his wealth on social media, almost no relevant assets were held directly in his name, which also made it difficult for banks to collect debts.
The point is, although it is shameful for Zhang Mingyue to evade responsibility, he must be really out of money.
Luxurious cars and high-end watches are his final pride.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Zhang Mingyue took the blame for him.
The next afternoon we flew from Xiangjiang to Jakarta, the capital of the Thousand Islands Kingdom.
A city where high-rise buildings blend with slums, wide roads merge with dirt paths, and temples are everywhere. It seems to be an unplanned city that is constantly sinking.
Take a taxi to the old place, Bekasi District, Sikalong Hotel.
Zhang Jing first hid the weapon in the ventilation duct of the hotel room, and then called D- on the phone.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
At the door of the hotel, a reporter from the Bekasi County TV station, Anushka, who had seven features and a slightly fat body, hurriedly hugged Zhang Jing and asked, "How are you doing lately?"
"I am fine, and you?"
"It was a bit busy," Anushka introduced. "At around five o'clock this morning, someone found a body in the garbage dump next to the railway. The deceased was a security guard. This is hot news."
"Are bad people so courageous?" Zhang Jing asked in surprise.
"I don't know what the situation is yet," Anushka said hurriedly, "I'll come find you at night,"
Zhang Ding nodded and watched as she came and went in a hurry. Anushka, wearing a three-quarter length skirt and professional attire, got into the press car and left.
No need to be jet lag, Zhang Jing was familiar with the road and came to the red light district next to the railway again.
Hope to encounter good things.
It turned out to be so beautiful, except for some beauty shops, canteens, barber shops, and DVD stores that are engaged in special industries, I didn't have any expectations.
It's natural to think about it, but you can't be lucky every time.
Last time I picked up six turquoise ribs with inscriptions here, and also picked up a Gui device that records the time of the "Battle of Makino".
It's purely a case of a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.
Returning to the hotel, Zhang Jing waited in the room for Anushka in the evening. A short farewell was better than a wedding, and he could not express his endless lovesickness.
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